Ranma 1/2: "If anda Were Gay"

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{{Sofia's Point of View.}}
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I was awoken sejak my very seterusnya deep cycle of sleep. A foggy, dull plugging sound settled in my ears. Between intervals of gentle speaking, there was rain.
"The telephone is for you."
Sebastian's urgent voice flooded into my head, and I turned slowly over and stared at his pale complexion, dotted with fast moving black shadows casted from the large window. I narrowed my eyes as him and rolled out of the thick, suffocating amount of sheets.

There were no lights on in the hall. The sound of the raindrops on the high roof seemed to terminate as I entered a small cubby where...

An unusual hint of snow finally began settling upon London as early March creeped in, and the indian summer was over. Spring was a long ways away, and this fact hung deep in the pit of my stomach as I strained to get the door of my manor open, stepped inside, and closed it again. Though the house was poorly insulated, it was surprisingly still. As I removed my scarf and boots, I heard the gentle bubbling of liquid from the kitchen, the only lit room in view. The long yellow gleam cast a large shadowy rectangle across the entire dark floor in a straight path to the front door. I walked to it...